Utterly Helpless

Utterly helpless

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters are at least 21 years old. Please be warned that the story contains themes of humiliation and consensual non-consent. Constructive feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.

"Take off your clothes." Master ordered. I took off my t-shirt and shorts and hesitantly began to pull down my underwear. "Stop stalling and strip, bitchboy!" He barked. I quickly pulled it down and tossed it aside.

Master took me down into the basement dungeon which seemed like a modernized medieval torture chamber. He took a chain that came down from the ceiling and the two leather bondage cuffs at its end went around my wrists. My feet were spread apart and then restrained by two cuffs, each of which was chained to a bolt in the floor. He pushed a button and the chain slowly rose to the ceiling, pulling my arms above my head. It kept rising until I had to stand on the balls of my feet. My body was stretched in an inverted Y position.

I was feeling more nervous than I had during the previous sessions. I knew this was going to be more intense than what I had gone through before. Master seemed to have the same thought; I had never seen him look so excited as his eyes roamed over my bound naked body with a predatory gaze and a cruel sneer.

Master and I had met online at a BDSM site. He was looking for someone that would be willing to do intense sessions with him and submit to him and endure various tortures. As we spoke, I got a sense of his dominating and sadistic personality and I couldn't resist. I admitted to him that I had very little BDSM experience, but I had always fantasized about being dominated and sexually tortured while feeling completely vulnerable and I wanted to try out my fantasies with him.

We had a few sessions during which he tried to get a deep understanding about me and my body. (What were my sensitive areas? What were my limits? How much can I endure? What were the different ways that my body would react?) He tried various things to my body, ranging from tickle torture to tie & tease to more painful stimulation. He also had me do humiliating things (like wearing panties and chastity cages, sucking his cock & swallowing his cum, him pissing into my mouth, licking his boots) while he would jeer degrading insults down at me. These sessions all had safewords and time-limits. I still had a good deal of control over the scenes.

After the last session, he said it's time to start taking things up a notch (or more) and I need to decide if I'm going to commit or not. I read through the contract he had written and then signed it, thinking of the future sessions with both fear and excitement. I had consented to give him complete control over me and let him have his way with me.

He started out by immediately fitting me with a long-term chastity cage around my dick, which he will unlock only while he's playing with me. I only had it for a week so far but the fact that it prevented me from playing with my own dick and gave Master control over my orgasms, made me horny to a maddening level. As I stood in my bound position, he unlocked the cage and my dick sprung fee, finally becoming erect.

Master looked at it with an amused laugh. "Your little dick is very eager, isn't it?"

I could see the huge bulge in his pants. Master was a towering muscular hyper-masculine figure compared to my 5'5" lean smooth hairless body. Even without being tied up, I would feel like a submissive plaything just by looking at him.

He stuck a ball gag in my mouth and tied the strap around my head, before going to the door and calling out, "He's ready for us to start."

I was confused. Who was he talking to? Suddenly, I heard a group of voices coming down the stairs and came face to face with a group of men not too different from Master. I remembered that he had talked about bringing some friends to see me, but I hadn't thought that would be today!

I blushed at the wolf whistles and catcalls from them and reflexively tried to pull my arms down to cover my body despite being restrained. Master and his buddies circled me, checking out my body, laughing, and making various comments.

"He's definitely a bitchboy just like you said."

"He's got a nice ass." I felt someone behind me squeezing my ass. "I can't wait to fuck him!"

"Look at his tiny dick being hard. He's enjoying this."

"Oh, he definitely wants to be like this. He's been jerking off his little dick while fantasizing about this scenario since a long time ago. Isn't that right?" Master taunted. When I remained silent, he grabbed my balls and squeezed. "I said, Isn't that right?" I screamed through my gag and quickly nodded my head yes.

Master took a thick black blindfold and strapped it around my head. I heard him walking and standing behind me. He trailed his hand slowly down my spine, making me shudder. His hands moved to my front, rubbed over my torso, caressing it teasingly, and then began playing with my nipples.

He growled possessively into my ear, "You're alone with us in the middle of nowhere, bitchboy. There's nobody living within a hundred miles from here and even if they did, this place is soundproof. Nobody knows that you're here so nobody's coming to rescue you. You got yourself into this. You signed the contract and gave me complete control over you. You even agreed that we can ignore your safewords. We're going to chain you up, torture you, and make you scream and beg for mercy. We're going to do nasty things to your sexy little body. You're going to love it...and beg for more."

I felt even more frightened (and aroused) at the menace and the sadistic lust in that growl. Sweat was already trickling down my sides. Multiple hands began to grope all over my body, and I made various muffled noises through my gag from moaning to laughing to screaming. I could feel hands fondling my nipples, brushing their fingers across my stomach, rubbing up and down my sides, wiggling their fingers into my armpits, pinching my ass, squeezing my balls. And someone (I'm guessing it'd be Master) had wrapped one oil-soaked hand around my dick while the other one was gently teasing my cockhead. Slowly teasing and keeping me on the edge, but never allowing me to cum.

I was already going crazy from the overstimulation. I was twisting and turning my body as much as I could to escape the hands, but my restraints held me tightly. I kept begging for them to stop, but Master and his friends laughed and continued while taunting me that I wanted this and there's nothing I can do to stop them. The whole moment was so erotic. I had never felt this horny before! Here I was, bare naked, tied up, blindfolded, gagged, and completely vulnerable to these horny sadists. Master was right. I knew that my limits would be tested and that I would be dominated and tortured mercilessly. I had agreed to it.

There was so much more to come, and I was looking forward to it.